Sister, somehow, you can make the darkest places feel like home.
I think it's because you know how to fold light from shadows. How to stretch nightmares into
Songs, lullabies echoing through our skulls. You know how to swallow
Toads and breathe them into gardens of primroses. Flowers that never stop growing. Our
Elbows brush, and I know that you will make the dirt on my hands feel like love.
Remember, we will always be.
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mercurial
Poetrymercurial (adj.) 1. (of a person) subject to sudden or unpredictable changes of mood or mind. 2. of or containing the element mercury, a poisonous element. This is an ongoing poetry collection expressing both the beauty and torment of life.
